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Chapter 3 – Beauxbatons
Draco rose the next morning after a few brief hours of sleep. He dressed quickly thanking Merlin that no one was around so he did not have to hide his scars. He strode the familiar passage from the Slytherin dormitory to the Great Hall and was soon seated with his fellow Slytherins. He spooned mounded of scrambled eggs onto the plate in front of him and was about to start eating when the post arrived.
He scanned the mass of feather's searching for an owl that he recognised. He soon noticed his father's dark owl among the rest of the owls. Wondering what his father had sent him he placed his fork on the table and awaited the arrival of the owl. His anticipation soon turned to dread as he noticed the bright red envelope the bird carried. The bird dropped the envelope into Draco's lap, turned in a smooth arc, and flew out the window.
Draco tore open the howler knowing it would be worse if he waited. His father's voice filled the hall and shouted, 'An F! After all that we've done to send you to Hogwarts you go and disgrace the family name. If I don't see your grades drastically improve you'll be at Beauxbatons before you know it!'
The red enveloped burst into flame and covered Draco's scrambled eggs in ash. Not that it mattered he wasn't hungry anymore. He sat through the last few minutes of breakfast waiting for other people to start to leave. He replied to the various questions and impersonations from the other Slytherins with a cold stare that caused most of them to be quiet and focus on their breakfast. He noticed Xavier get up and leave the table so Draco rose eager to leave the tense atmosphere of the Great Hall. Realising that he had potions with the Gryffindor's first he headed off towards the dungeons.
'Your first task this year,' Professor Snape announced to the class, 'will be to create a potion to prevent the common cold. In order to test the potions each of you will swallow a small amount of your own potion and the longer you progress through the winter without getting sick will be your resulting grade. Your homework due tomorrow is an essay of exactly 1000 words on the advantages and disadvantages of every commonly used cold preventative potion. Any questions?' Snape surveyed the class with a glaringly evil look on his face, 'Excellent. Class dismissed. Malfoy come here I need to talk to you.'
Snape turned to face the front of the classroom as Draco rose from his seat and went fulfilled the Professor's request. 'Draco, I know that you are upset with your mark but there is no need to be so depressed.' Snape swept around to face Draco, 'It was simply a beginning of term test to see what I should focus my lesson's on. However from now on I want to see you paying full attention in class and making more of an effort with your work. You were second top last year and you are quite capable of gaining higher marks than Granger. So I want to see a higher standard of work from you and then perhaps you will not be forced to go to Beauxbatons.' Snape looked expectantly at Draco and waited for a reply.
'Yes Professor,' Draco answered obediently.
'Very well Draco you may go, but remember what I said.' Snape stalked out of the classroom leaving Draco standing by his desk.
Draco collected his books and made a one-second decision not to go to Divination. He really couldn't be bothered sitting for an hour in a stuffy classroom pretending to see things in a lump of soggy tealeaves. No doubt Trelawney had foreseen his absence anyway. He instead turned right at the doorway and headed towards the Slytherin common room.
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Chapter 3 – Beauxbatons
Draco rose the next morning after a few brief hours of sleep. He dressed quickly thanking Merlin that no one was around so he did not have to hide his scars. He strode the familiar passage from the Slytherin dormitory to the Great Hall and was soon seated with his fellow Slytherins. He spooned mounded of scrambled eggs onto the plate in front of him and was about to start eating when the post arrived.
He scanned the mass of feather's searching for an owl that he recognised. He soon noticed his father's dark owl among the rest of the owls. Wondering what his father had sent him he placed his fork on the table and awaited the arrival of the owl. His anticipation soon turned to dread as he noticed the bright red envelope the bird carried. The bird dropped the envelope into Draco's lap, turned in a smooth arc, and flew out the window.
Draco tore open the howler knowing it would be worse if he waited. His father's voice filled the hall and shouted, 'An F! After all that we've done to send you to Hogwarts you go and disgrace the family name. If I don't see your grades drastically improve you'll be at Beauxbatons before you know it!'
The red enveloped burst into flame and covered Draco's scrambled eggs in ash. Not that it mattered he wasn't hungry anymore. He sat through the last few minutes of breakfast waiting for other people to start to leave. He replied to the various questions and impersonations from the other Slytherins with a cold stare that caused most of them to be quiet and focus on their breakfast. He noticed Xavier get up and leave the table so Draco rose eager to leave the tense atmosphere of the Great Hall. Realising that he had potions with the Gryffindor's first he headed off towards the dungeons.
'Your first task this year,' Professor Snape announced to the class, 'will be to create a potion to prevent the common cold. In order to test the potions each of you will swallow a small amount of your own potion and the longer you progress through the winter without getting sick will be your resulting grade. Your homework due tomorrow is an essay of exactly 1000 words on the advantages and disadvantages of every commonly used cold preventative potion. Any questions?' Snape surveyed the class with a glaringly evil look on his face, 'Excellent. Class dismissed. Malfoy come here I need to talk to you.'
Snape turned to face the front of the classroom as Draco rose from his seat and went fulfilled the Professor's request. 'Draco, I know that you are upset with your mark but there is no need to be so depressed.' Snape swept around to face Draco, 'It was simply a beginning of term test to see what I should focus my lesson's on. However from now on I want to see you paying full attention in class and making more of an effort with your work. You were second top last year and you are quite capable of gaining higher marks than Granger. So I want to see a higher standard of work from you and then perhaps you will not be forced to go to Beauxbatons.' Snape looked expectantly at Draco and waited for a reply.
'Yes Professor,' Draco answered obediently.
'Very well Draco you may go, but remember what I said.' Snape stalked out of the classroom leaving Draco standing by his desk.
Draco collected his books and made a one-second decision not to go to Divination. He really couldn't be bothered sitting for an hour in a stuffy classroom pretending to see things in a lump of soggy tealeaves. No doubt Trelawney had foreseen his absence anyway. He instead turned right at the doorway and headed towards the Slytherin common room.
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